In Bowling And In Life, If A

The Quiet, Singing Voice Of The Rose. The Song That Promised All Might Be Well, All Might Be Well, That All Manner Of Things Might Be Well.

Busy As A One Legged Man In An Ass Kicking Contest.

The World Had Teeth And It Could Bite You With Them Anytime It Wanted.

Memories Are Contrary Things; If You Quit Chasing Them And Turn Your Back, They Often Return On Their Own.

The First Draft Of A Book—even A Long One—should Take No More Than Three Months, The Length Of A Season.